Alright everybody, it’s time to get our Christmas on! There’s only 16 more days to go.
I love Christmas: the smell of a fresh tree in the house, colored lights everywhere and even the hustle and bustle of the month of December. It’s a time to reflect upon those aspects of life that are truly important. We can share gifts with the ones we love and maybe even often a little Christmas cheer to those who are less fortunate.
Christmas, to me, means family and a chance to catch our breaths from the busy year we are about to leave behind. This month, Clay and I are looking forward to returning to Alberta for a few days and getting the opportunity to visit with relatives and friends.
Today I’d like to share with you one of my favorite Christmases of all time. And then, if you feel so inclined, I’d love it if you share your favorite Christmas with me. Just drop me a quick line or two in the comments section below. In a week, one lucky reader will win a My Stable Life gift basket as my special Christmas present to you for sharing your memories.
So here goes:
Wow, does the above picture ever take me back! As you can see, neon colors and curled bangs were in big fashion in those days… But you have to give me a little slack – this shot was taken on a Christmas eve when I was 13-years-old. My family had gotten together at my best friend, Jaime’s house to exchange gifts as per our usual tradition.
Unbeknownst to me, Jaime was about to throw me for a complete loop. After some hot chocolate and gift unwrapping, Jaime said, “Hey Jenn, you gotta come outside and take a look at these Northern lights out here!”
So I put on my neon jacket and followed her and her parents out the door. My family then followed me out the door. And everyone started saying, “Wow! Look at those Northern lights.”
To which I responded, “What are you guys talking about?? There are absolutely no Northern lights out here tonight…?”
And that’s when I heard the clip-clop of hooves coming down a wooden sidewalk. Around the corner came Jaime with a big, gentle-natured bay gelding sporting a blue halter and big red ribbon on his head. Jaime was crying and that’s when it finally hit me, “Oh my gosh! She’s totally giving me D’Allegro as a Christmas present!!”
As an accomplished rider, Jaime had graduated to a new mount, one that could take her farther in her pursuit of her three-day eventing passion. D’Allegro had previously brought Jaime as far as they could go together and now it was time for him to help a new rider along. Me.
I had grown up as a city kid, relishing any chance I got to jump on anything: From my grandfather’s Belgian team, to the ponies he kept around for us, to any opportunity Jaime would give me to cool out her horses at her lessons. Then came the Christmas eve, forever burned in my memory as the night I got my very first horse. From that day on, Jaime took me under her wing and showed me the ropes of horse ownership. We rode the ditches around her house. She taught me about things like deworming and feeding. And we laughed as only teenage girls do, every step of the way.
That Christmas eve was truly a turning point in my life. It was a momentous occasion that even my husband recognizes – on our wedding day, Clay turned to Jaime and thanked her for that December 24th night. She remains my best friend to this day.
Alright, before I get too emotional, I’d like to hear about your favorite Christmas!!